Seriously?

I frequently have my homemaker walk the half a block to the post office if I need my rent mailed or whatever.  Fine.  Today’s fill-in refused.  So I called the agency and apparently walking a half block to the post office is beyond their job description.  I’m a little bit frustrated here.  This December is not going well at all.  At. All.  Bah.  Also, humbug. 🙂

Miss G

We have lost the collar completely.  The only way to keep it on  her was to tie it very tightly and possibly strangle her, so no collar.  She does not seem to be licking her stitches, though, so maybe she just doesn’t need it.  The pain/sedative thing still only knocks her out for a short time, then she is back to Crazy Kat.  Cramming it down her throat is fun, too, if getting bitten and shredded is your idea of fun.  She seems just as fine as can be, so good doctor at the vets.

I am struggling, as always.  Another Christmas alone, no Christmas dinner cause I am too weak and tired to cook, no decorations up because Gertrude, just another day.  This is always the case, but I’m finding it harder this year, probably because I have not recovered from being sick this month, and it’s looking like it’s going to a while before I do, if I do. But I am listening to Christmas music, and enjoying the sunny day from my windows, and Miss G is actually sleeping at my feet, if only because I  have my little heater fan on right there.  We love my little heater fan.  Yes.  Yes we do.

Not much to say, so happy almost Chrismas Eve, everyone.